Got home from work, knackered - my ride home is best described as 'brutal'. Didn't feel like cooking, so decided to duck up to the shops for some pasta. My son had to go to soccer practice, so I waited till he left ... in the car
Okay, I've got a shopping bike, I should use it, so, with my legs howling in protest,I pulled my shopping bike off the wall ... and discovered the tyres were flattish.
Tyres pumped tight, I headed out, bought some acceptable (for supermarket quick cook,) tortellini and sauce, a block of therapeutic dark chocolate and a bottle of brandy (nothing like self indulgence).
Although I did the trip at night, the traffic was well behaved, I gained more appreciation for my shopping bike ... and the heavy downpour waited until after I was home before dumping half the Southern Ocean on my house. Doncha love the cycling gods, they can be a bit narky at times but their heart is in the right place
